You grew fond of me and decided I was ~just right~ for the part. But my wide-eyed gaze & animated youth Was uninformed I was being casted. You held my strings so loosely at first- Gently allowing me to spin for you In my favorite skirt and flower top But you slowly wrapped the strings Tighter around your fingers Giving me a warm, innocent grin- To distract me from the scene at hand. You maintained control so well- The true art of the puppet master. But I will not be attending the final showing. Thank you for the preview though. ~Let the casting begin~